The corners of her mouth raised slightly. "I won't die. Trust me, remember what I just told you. Don't let him find out. If you don't want to lie, then just don't report it." "There's no way I can do that. If I don't report it, someone will come and ask me for information immediately," Hayley explained. She looked over towards Joseph's subordinate's direction and thought about something for a moment. Not too long after, she added, "Let her come along. She won't cause any trouble. I promise." "Heh," the man sneered. "If you want to die, then come with me." Hayley helped Waverly walk to the car. She tried to behave normally as if nothing had happened. She did her best to walk as she usually did. However, as she had lost her sight, and her pace didn't match Hayley's, she nearly walked into the car. Thankfully, Hayley pulled her back at the last minute. Frowning slightly, Waverly got into the car and shut her eyes. Well, it was better for her to
His actions angered Waverly. With one tight slap, she smacked him across the face. The loud sound of her palm coming into contact with his face reverberated in the car. Although she couldn't see anything, she knew that she had hit him in the face. The atmosphere suddenly turned dead silent. There was only the sound of heavy breathing in the air. It felt like there was something devilish being held back. The longer Joseph remained silent, the more she felt her heart freeze. It was as if she could feel an eerie, cool breeze blowing against her back. She would rather be beaten and scolded than face the unknown. All kinds of bad thoughts were running through her mind, colliding with one another. Even when she arrived at the hospital, she didn't hear a word from him. Someone sat her in a wheelchair. Besides the person standing beside her, she could hear footsteps around, but no one uttered a word to her. After a thorough check-up, she was s
Waverly turned to face the direction in which the voice came from, feeling very shaken. Although she couldn't see anything, her head was spinning. It didn't take much for her to know that Joseph was a man capable of his word. Even so, she couldn't let him see her sadness or terror on her face. If he did, he'd do something even more absurd. "Well, if you were going to do anything, it would've been part of your plan either way, right?" Gathering her emotions, she did her best to reply to him calmly. He sat down beside her. She could smell the scent of blood coming from his body. He didn't answer her. Instead, he left her hanging, which was the worst sort of torture. Powerful detectives often used this method. They would first lock the accused into a jail cell for 24 hours, not saying a word to them. That way, the person would just drown in his own thoughts. Unconsciously, a person's mind would wander into the worst-case scenario. All the bad tho
"What are you doing here? Get out!" Hayley was finally done picking the flowers. When she saw Lina staring at Waverly arrogantly, she immediately went full-on protective mode. "This is my master's territory, not yours. I can come whenever I want. It's none of your business how long I wish to stay here. Hmph!" Lina made a face and left the room. "Madam, did she hurt you?" Hayley asked worriedly. Waverly smiled and shook her head, "If Joseph wanted to kill me, it would be as simple as killing an ant. Since he wants to treat my sight, I won't be in danger for the time being. The flowers smell so fragrant. How many stalks did you pick?" Hayley flashed her a simple and honest smile, "There's not much. I just got enough for one vase." She handed the vase to Waverly and it sunk in her palms. Waverly lowered her head and took a whiff, "It smells good. By the way, how's the puppy? We haven't been back for so many days, so it must be starving." "I don't
A wave rippled across Joseph's eyes, and the expression on his face shifted. "Jealous?" He muttered and frowned, as if he couldn't believe her words. Still with her head on the ground, Lina continued to say, "You're such a handsome and successful man; every girl in M Country desires you. I'm sure Miss Martell will realize it soon enough." "Then, between me and the president of A Country, Bellamy, who is more successful? Who is more handsome? If you answer correctly, you'll be awarded handsomely before you leave. If you don't, I'll use your ashes as fertilizer," he said coldly. She gulped a mouthful of saliva. Licking her lips, she proceeded to answer nervously, "In terms of looks, you're on par with the President. Both of you are good looking at first glance. However, you're much younger than the president. When the President was your age, he was nothing! Moreover, he didn't even achieve half of what you did. Thus, in my opinion, you're far more successful than
Waverly turned away, "I don't think so." "Now, you can try to turn on the lights," the doctor announced. "Okay," Joseph waved his hand to instruct his men to switch on the light. The subordinate flipped the switch on obediently. All of a sudden, light shot through every corner of her eyes. Someone blew out the candle in the room. Only then did she notice that the curtains were closed. She could also see the streaks of blood on Joseph's clothes and the blood stains on the bedsheet. "You really lack self-control," she said sarcastically. "Why should I restrain myself?" Joseph took a seat and propped his legs on the table. He continued to speak in a laid-back manner, "Restraint is reserved for those who are trying to succeed. I, on the other hand, have already succeeded." "Don't get ahead of yourself before you actually get there," she said bluntly. He looked at her coldly as the corners of his mouth curled into an evil smile, "Isn't
His gaze was cold and chilling, but there was no vengeance nor anger in it. Waverly was unable to figure his expression out nor had she ever successfully done so. Suddenly, Joseph sat up and got off the bed, heading for the door. His back gave off the impression that he was lonely, all alone. The doctors gave each other looks and left with him. Only Waverly and Hayley remained inside the room. Hayley immediately came over and sat herself next to Waverly, "Madam, are you okay? That man is a demon. We won't be imprisoned here forever, will we?" Just as she finished speaking— Joshua came in and said with a blank face, "Madam, Mr. Mccarthy has asked me to send you home." They were in the car. Joshua looked at Waverly through the mirror and asked, "Do you know why Mr. Mccarthy got beaten up that badly?" Waverly just looked at Joshua calmly, not answering. "He wanted to kill you, but Mr. Mccarthy objected. Then, he made
"When I was young, I used to get asked this really immature question, which was whether I would rather marry someone I love, or someone who loves me. Although it sounded ridiculous, I had given it a lot of thought. If you marry the one you love, then you might be at a loss because the other party doesn't reciprocate your feelings. If you marry the one who loves you, then you'd be pampered like a princess. However, your heart would feel completely desolate and you'd also feel bad for him. If I married the one I love, at least I wouldn't have any regrets," Waverly relayed. "Madam, I don't quite understand where you're getting at," Hayley scratched her head, feeling puzzled. Waverly smiled slightly, "I just want to give it all in a relationship, but I don't seek for my feelings to be reciprocated. That way, I won't be at a loss and I won't feel upset." However, her words failed to comfort Hayley. In the future, when the President was to marry someone else, Waverly wou